It's cold enough that the cats clatter at the blind on the door to go out, but once the door is open, and the bracing air hits, they hesitate. And have to be encouraged forward. Bear has decided that the wood ash in the fireplace makes a more-than-satisfactory replacement for her box or using the natural environment, so we must watch that she doesn't skulk over in that direction.
L has been invited to sing this evening, so we will attend the 11:00! I'm always tucked up asleep by then, so this will be a challenge. It will be wonderful to see the church lit by candles. I'll keep my attention skyward tonight, on the way home, just in case.
But for now, there is a cat at the door, asking to be let in . . .